Sunday, February 27, 2011

Here is some new goodness.



You'll have to be patient with me.
I wrote off Conor Oberst 
when I saw him a couple years ago
in Arizona.
I just didn't like the person he portrayed 
outside,
after the concert, 
with his fans.
It was unattractive.

I saw him a couple of times before that in a school gym
and a concert hall.
I never thought that I would stop liking him
and then all of a sudden it all became juvenile.

I stumbled upon his new album recently 
and this song has really grown on me. 
Who knows if musically I'll ever take him back fully.
There are so many memories for me behind this man's creativity.
(p.s. with all of this, I still think he's dreamy.
I can't deny that.)


Took the fireworks and the vanity 
The circuit board and the city streets 
Shooting star, swaying palm tree 
Laid it at the arbiter's feet 

If I could change my mind, change the paradigm 
Prepare myself for another life 
Forgive myself for the many times 
I was cruel to something helpless and weak 

But here it come, that heavy love 
I'm never going to move it alone 
Here it come, that heavy love 
Tag it on a tenement wall 
Here it come, that heavy love 
Someone got to share in the load 
Here it come, that heavy love 
I'm never going to move it alone 

I was dressed in white, touched by something pure 
Death obsessed like a teenager 
Sold my tortured youth, piss and vinegar 
I'm still angry with no reason to be 

At the architect who imagined this 
For the everyman, blessed Sisyphus 
Slipping steadily into madness 
Now that's the only place to be free 

But here it come, that heavy love 
You're never going to move it alone 
Here it come, that heavy love 
Tattooed on a criminal's arm 
Here it come, that heavy love 
Someone got to share in the load 
Here it come, that heavy love 
You're never going to move it alone 

No, I don't want to play 
It's a shell game, it's a shell game 

Distorted sounds on oscilloscopes 
Distorted facts, I could never cope 
My private life is an inside joke 
No one will explain it to me 

We'll be everything that we ever needed 
Everyone, on the count of three! 
Everyone, on the count of three! 
All together now! 

Here it come, that heavy love 
We're never going to move it alone 
Here it come, that heavy love 
Playing as the cylinder rose 
Here it come, that heavy love 
I only want to share in the load 
Here it come, that heavy love 
I'm never going to move it alone

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